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Carteret, or the rest of those who have written, thought just of whom I thought. The post comes in to-morrow morning, but it is not sure that we shall learn any particular certainties so soon as that. Well! how happy it is that the King has had such an opportunity of distinguishing himself! what a figure he will make ! They talked of its being below his dignity to command an auxiliary army: my Lord says it will not be thought below his dignity to have sought danger". These were the flower of the French troops: I flatter myself they will tempt no more battles. Another such, and we might march from one end of France to the other. So we are in a French war, at least well begun! My Lord has been drinking the healths of Lord Stair and Lord Carteret: he says, ' since it is well done, he does not care by whom it was done.' He thinks differently from the rest of the world: he thought from the first, that France never missed such an opportunity as when they undertook the German war, instead of joining with Spain against us. If I hear any more to-morrow before the post goes out, I will let you know. Tell me if this is the first you hear of the victory: I would fain be the first to give you so much pleasure.
B ' Letter from Mr. Kendal of Lord Albermarle's Troop :—The French fired at his Majesty from a Battery of 12 Cannon, but levell'd too high. I saw the Balls go within half a Yard of his Head. The D. d'Aremberg desired him to go out of Danger; he answered, Don't tell me of Danger, I'll be even with them. He is certainly the boldest Man I ever saw; his Horse being frightened run away with him, hut he soon stopped him.—The French got into the Corner of a Wood, to flank our Bight.—The King then drew hia Sword, and ordered the Hanoverian Foot and Horse, and some English thro' the Wood, and rode about like
a Lion ; he drew them up in Line of Battle himself, and ordered 6 Cannon on the Right, and bid them fire on the Flank of the French : He stood by till they fired and did great Execution, killing 30 or forty at a Shot; then he went to the Foot, and ordered them not to fire till the French came close, which were about 100 Yards distant; then the French fired on us directly, and the Shot flew again as thick as Hail; then the King flourished his Sword and said, Now Boys,—Now for the Honour of England, and behave brave,-and the French will soon run. . . . The King stood in the Field till Ten that Night.' (Gent. May., 1743, p. 387.)